Riding Me Bear: (BBW Biker Mail Order Bride Group Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Shifty Singles Book 5) Read Free Page A

electrified flesh—kisses along my arms, lips closed over my neck, teeth pressing in and sending a lighting shock through me, curling my toes which have their own attendant lover. And, finally, a man with his scruffy five o’ clock shadow wedged between my thighs, his tongue flashing out to lash at my eager cunt, my engorged clit whipped by an agile tongue, and I am no longer fish, but all star, going nova.
    I go rigid in their lofting grip and the man between my legs is encouraged, closing his mouth over my sex and drawing me deeply into him. He slides his tongue broadly over my lips, then slips it up like a spear to dash at my clit and rock me with another jolt of ecstasy. He alternates, teasingly, between attending the button and plunging into my depths, tasting me at my core, his thick tongue filling me up and darting in and out of me like a nimble cock.
    His arms reach up around my hips so that the whole of my body’s weight is rested on his face and he pulls me even deeper into him, his tongue reaching preternaturally long inside me, with more strength and skill than seems possible. His thumbs came down as his tongue worked inside me and began to massage my clit between them.
    I rocketed over the edge, caught between the tongue in my pussy and the mouths moving luxuriously over my calves, my thighs, the small of my back, the nape of my neck, out to the tips of my fingers. It’s blinding and smooth, hot and cold, solid and soft—like the sun twelve o’ clock high over freshly fallen snow.
    They let me down carefully, laying me out on the table in the center of the room. My knees are guided up and back. I feel the coolness of the room on my scorching sex. I’m still coming down from my orgasm and every single solitary nerve ending is on high-alert. The coarse wood grain of the table—I sense its every curve and knot and the way my skin and sweat fill its sweeping valleys. I smell lingering beer in the air—some spilled and stale, some fresh and wafting from unwashed glasses. The men are almost uncomfortably silent, focused.
    I’m shifted again, so my hips are right at the very edge of the table and when I look up I see that it’s Zac pulling me towards him. He towers over me, arms swept beneath my knees. His cock is rock hard and ready. He doesn’t need to touch it—it knows precisely where it wants to go. All he needs to do is take one, small step forward.
    His hips tilt and the head of his monstrous manhood comes into sizzling contact with me. It slips effortlessly between my soaking lips. He keeps it there, unmoving, a monolithic tease.
    Then, Zac begins to rock. He is moving slowly, steadily into me. Every detail of his thickness—I feel it: the parabolic widening from tip to glans; the well-defined edge where I meet the gradual swell of the shaft; the veins like webs, like art, like a bas-relief of the world’s surging rivers filled with rushing blood.
    His pubic hair, a soft cushion, presses into me. He has nothing left to give—but neither have I. We’ve met, sex for sex, and matched like key and lock. He unwinds his arms from my legs and places his hands, one after the other, on either side of me with deliberate care. He’s above me, leaning in, close and closer, sweat and smoke and soap filling me along with his cock and then his kiss.
    As we kissed he began to thrust, his powerful cock sliding out to the edge and easing back in. I felt the raw flesh of his godly cock pressing at every inch of me, right to the very end, stretching me perfectly. Flawless rhythm, speed, force. This was more than a man, more than an animal—this was a machine, finely tuned to the service of pleasure. Maybe that was one of the benefits of a spiritual pair-bonding.
    My eyelids fluttered and my toes clenched as the next orgasm began to build in me. I swung my legs up around his waist and pulled myself against him. My fingers wove through his hair and clawed at his shoulders. His technique was relentless though.
    He